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You always try and make Axl unaware of whenever you're on your period. Not because he can't take care of you but because he always seems on edge when you're moody or grumpy. And, no one likes to see Axl on edge.
You'll usually make it to a day or two until Axl notices that something is different about you.
You close your eyes and try to hold back a scream from the cramps. Unfortunately for you, Axl just so happens to walk into the room at the same time. "Uh oh," his low voice makes you open your eyes. He's standing in front of you with a curious raised eyebrow. You flash a sweet smile at him through the pain, "what's wrong?" "Nothing. I'm worried about you," he steps toward you and tucks a strand of hair behind your ears, "you have that look on your face when you're about to cry." You try and back away from him. After all, his body heat was making you sweat even more. As you try and avoid his gaze, Axl uses his fingers to tilt your chin up. "Come on, tell me what's wrong?" his voice is deeper than usual. Somehow, it makes him more persuasive. "I just..." you fumble with the words. You didn't want Axl to worry about you. He had enough on his mind already. You let out a sigh, "no, it's okay." Your eyes gaze away from Axl's alluring eyes. You knew that if you stared into them any longer he'd definitely figure out the problem.
Lucky for you, Axl was smarter than you originally assumed. Maybe it was because of your frequent swallowing of painkillers the past couple of mornings or perhaps the fact that you kept gripping onto your stomach like it was murdering you from the inside. Whatever it was, Axl had figured out that you were on your period. And he wasn't about to leave you alone while you dealt with the consequences of being a girl. "It's not okay if you're crying," he runs a thumb along your cheek where your tears are drying. "Really Ax," you once again push away from him, "I'm fine."
Axl raises his hands in surrender with a slight chuckle. "Okay alright," he rummages around in his back pocket for something, "I guess I'll just eat this by myself." In his hands, a large bar of chocolate. That bastard. Your mouth practically waters at the sight. He fakes a dramatic sigh and sits on the end of the bed with the sweet goodness in his hands, "you know me. A skinny boy who can't even eat a whole bar of chocolate by myself. I guess I'll have to throw the rest away. If only there was someone in this house to help me eat it."
You smile softly at his stupidity but then quickly let out a soft groan of pain as a cramp reminds you of your miserable suffering. Upon hearing you, Axl hastily turns around and places a hand on the small of your back. He rubs it up and down as he manages to use his other hand to open the bar. "Here," he hands it to you. Despite your distress, you manage to pout out your bottom lip and bat your eyelashes at him, "can you feed it to me?" He scoffs in disbelief at you but still complies with your order: feeding you the sugary goodness. Usually, that's how most of your nights end when you're on your period. You and Axl, curled up and eating chocolate.
Disclaimer: I am in no way saying chocolate is an effective painkiller for cramps. I mean.. idk it could be. I'm not a doctor so idk hahaha.... the idea was cute okay
